MILF - Role Reversal (Clop/Foalcon)

"Button? Sweetie?"

 

The colt was lost in his world of monsters and maidens. He didn't even attempt to reply.

 

"Button, we have to talk."

 

"Yeah, talk... high charisma... roll an 8," he mumbled.

 

"Button, come on. This is important," his mother pleaded. It was no use, however. Once the colt was lost, he was beyond mortal reach. Only drastic measures could bring him back, as his mother well knew.

 

She sighed and went back to her bedroom, leaving her son with his video games. Within a minute, however, she was back in the room, toy in hoof.

 

Button's mother quickly began strapping the fake dick onto herself. It was quite a bother to get on, and in the time she was fiddling with the straps, her son caught the movement out the corner of his eye.

 

"Mom, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and terror.

 

"Putting on my strap-on, sweetie," she replied. With a satisfying smack on her flank, the final strap was in place. "Bend over."

 

"What- OH CRAP!"

 

Button's mother left him no time to react. She threw herself right at her son, landing right on top of him. The little colt squirmed underneath her weight, but it was no use. There was no getting away.

 

"Now, now, sweetie. Lie still."

 

"BUT I DON'T WANT THIS!" the colt screamed, his voice almost a girly screech.

 

"Sure you do. Isn't that why you spend so much time around colts instead of fillies?"

 

"I DON'T EVEN-"

 

"Shh, just trust mommy."

 

With a little bit of effort, Button's mother managed to line up the dildo with her son's tiny anus. He let out a quiet squeak as it pressed against the puffy exterior, slowly spreading apart his tight walls.

 

"Mom, please! I'll do anything you say, I promise! Just don't do this!"

 

Button's mother chuckled and whispered into her son's ear. "Bite the pillow; I'm going in dry."

 

"I don't have a pillOOOW!"

 

In one instant, the rubber phallus forced its way into the son's anus, spreading apart his interior. It certainly was tough to push forward with no lubrication, but with just a bit of effort, Button's mother managed to get further and further.

 

Despite the toy being one of the smaller in her possession, there quite simply wasn't room for it within her son's body. By the time two thirds of it was inside him, she had to stop pushing forward, lest she seriously hurt the child.

 

"How do you feel, sweetie?" she asked, her voice calm and caring.

 

"Err... Ugh... P-Pain..." Button whispered. His voice twitched alongside the rest of his body. Although she had just penetrated him like this, he had not screamed nor cried, which was quite the admirable feat for the young colt.

 

Button's mother didn't move her hips an inch for the time being. If her son was in pain, there was no reason to continue, at least not for now. She wasn't a monster, after all.

 

Instead, she opted to get him off in other ways. She stuck out her tongue and began licking her son's ear. His body shivered beneath her, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing in his veins.

 

He lost control of his actions when his mother's teeth hit his flesh. They nibbled on his neck and ears in such a gentle, yet firm way which only served to dull the pain and increase the pleasure. His mother had done many things to him recently, but this was quite different.

 

"Mmh... You like mommy's dick, don't you?" she whispered into his ear.

 

"N-No, it's... ugh... nasty," her son replied, his voice naught but a whimper.

 

"Charisma check failed," she chuckled. "You are exposed as a terrible liar in front of everyone. What do you do?"

 

"B-Beg for mmh-mercy?" Button gulped, knowing exactly what was about to come.

 

"Do you even have to ask? You know mommy loves when you beg."

 

"P-Please."

 

"Please what?"

 

Button felt the dick inside him shift and turn, getting ready to ravage its prey.

 

"P-Please... F-Fuck me, mom."

 

"Both a liar and a slut? Aren't you just a terrible little colt?"

 

His mother once again took his ear in her mouth, biting harder this time. Despite the pain it caused, it somehow served to arouse him greatly. The only thing on his body that truly ached was his penis; trapped between his body and the floor as it was.

 

"Y-Yes, I, I'm a d-dirty colt."

 

"And what do dirty colts deserve?"

 

"T-To get f-fucked?"

 

"Ding dong, we have a winner."

 

With no further words, Button's mother pulled back as far as possible, leaving only an inch of the fake dick inside her son. He gasped as it slowly slid out his ass, dragging pleasure down his walls as it did.

 

Once in position to thrust, the mare stopped and held the dick in place. Button moaned quietly, even without any movement, his little voice so frail and soft.

 

"High Inquisitor Mommy isn't hearing any begging," she whispered in a sultry tone.

 

"I... I..."

 

"You?"

 

"I... want it... p-please..."

 

"You're going to have to do better."

 

"F-Fuck me! Make me your cock-sleeve! Ravage my ass like it was a dripping wet cunt!"

 

His mother's eyes widened in surprise. Despite them having enjoyed many sessions of fun together, this was not the usual kind of language her son employed. Her surprise quickly turned to joy, however, and she smiled down at her shaking son.

 

"Brace for impact."

 

Button roared in surprised pleasure as his mother thrust forward and into the deepest part of him. Although he had grown accustomed to the fake dick, there was still a twinge of pain as it filled him up. It was a good pain, though, a welcomed pain.

 

The whole experience was alien to the colt; never before had he been the one on the receiving end. As his mother thrust into him, however, his eyes were slowly opened. After all this time, he finally understood the joy in being plowed.

 

"Do you like mommy's dick?" his mother asked, her voice still calm and collected. Her mind was clear and her body relaxed; she was receiving no physical stimulation, after all, only mental.

 

"Y-Yes! I love it! M-More!"

 

"Love it? My, you certainly changed your mind quickly."

 

"I, I don't... It's so good!"

 

"Are you mommy's little colt-cuddler? Hmm?"

 

"N-No! I like f-fillies!"

 

Although she didn't really care about her son's sexual orientation, she still struck his flank with her hoof as the dick buried itself deep within him. He screeched from the sudden, sharp pain, causing his mother to giggle.

 

"Are you sure about that?"

 

"I, I... Only w-want y-you!"

 

His words brought a smile to his mother's face. Button might not be the smartest colt out there, but he knew what to say and when to say it. Instead of striking him, his mother moved her hoof to his head and ruffled his mane.

 

"Good boy. Now, get ready."

 

Button's mother took a deep breath and shifted her weight around. Without further warning, she immediately sped up and put all of her strength into fucking her son.

 

Button lost all control of his own voice as his mother gave him everything she had. He wanted to scream, wanted to moan, but he simply couldn't find the strength for either.

 

"Look at you! Getting off on your mother pounding you!"

 

Once more her son attempted to speak, but all that left his throat was gurgling and groaning. It brought such joy to his mother to hear him like this. To see him lost in pleasure underneath her, a toy for her to fuck.

 

"What wouldn't Sweetie say if she could see you?!"

 

"M-More... Oh, yes..."

 

"Maybe I should show her just what kind of colt you are! Fuck you right in front of her!"

 

"I... I can't..."

 

Images of Sweetie watching him in this state flashed before Button's eyes. The horrified look on her face, his mother's sultry stare; it all drove him to new heights of pleasure. He saw her chained to the wall, a vibrator stuck inside her as she was forced to watch.

 

He imagined his mother taunting both of them, calling them by the worst of names known to ponykind as she ravaged him, just as she was doing in this very moment. He imagined Sweetie's muffled scream of ecstasy inching its way past a gag-ball as she came onto the floor.

 

"O-Oh, mom! MOM!"

 

A broad smile spread across his mother's lips as his little body twitched on the floor. Her son screamed in pleasure, his little butthole clamping down onto the dick inside it. It was already tight, but once his orgasm hit him, there was no way to move the dildo any further. His anus had claimed it for its own, taking all it could and enjoying it.

 

"OH, MOM, YES!"

 

"Mmh... You' shooting those loads onto the floor, huh?"

 

Button's mother knew he needed no more stimulation, but she found an odd joy in giving it to him anyway.

 

"You actually came from being fucked in the ass? My son, you're a freak, and I love it."

 

She gently nibbled on his ear, licking inside it and moaning into it as he came. His orgasm was quite impressive for one his size. Through their many 'adventures' together, she had never seen such a potent display of lust and pleasure.

 

Little by little, as the colt's voice faded, she gently removed the strap-on from his anus. His insides grasped and held it tight, as if wanting it to stay there forever, but his mother managed to get it free.

 

It came out of him with a loud 'plop', causing Button to moan a final time. He laid completely still on the floor, his little body shaking from the heavy breathing and exhaustion.

 

With a chuckle, Button's mother grabbed her son and turned him around. Just as expected, his belly was covered in semen, as was the floor where his dick had been. It was quite a mess, and it would have to be cleaned.

 

"Look at what a mess you made, you slut."

 

Button slowly turned his head downwards and took in the sight of his own semen. It brought a small blush to his face to see the stuff, and he bit his lips gently.

 

"S-Sorry, mom. I'll g-go get a towel."

 

"Oh no you won't. You have a fully functioning tongue, don't you?" Her heart was pounding in her chest. She promised herself to let him do whatever he wanted next time if he did this.

 

"Y-You want me... t-to..." Button gulped and stared at the semen.

 

"Good boys clean up their own mess."

 

Button nodded slowly and wriggled free of his mother's grasp. She watched in complete and utter astonishment as her son leaned down int front of her and stuck out his tongue. His eyes never left hers as he licked the floor once.

 

The blush upon his cheeks flared up instantly, almost turning his entire head red. He scrunched up his face as he licked more and more of his own jizz from the floor, keeping it in his mouth.

 

Once every last drop of the white stuff was in his mouth, he sat down in front of his mother and stared her right in the eye. He gave her a weak smile and swallowed, causing a loud gulp to fill the room.

 

Button opened his mouth to show he hadn't faked it. Not a drop of semen was left inside it. As it slid into his stomach, he felt slightly nauseous, but he did his best to combat it. Best not let his mother know he was weak.

 

"I... I don't believe it..." his mother whispered.

 

"Did I... do good?"

 

"Good? Button, you did so well you made me wish I had a real dick."

 

The adult nature of the compliment made Button turn his head in embarrassment. However much he loved to engage in these activities, hearing his mother talk about it was always a strange experience.

 

When he looked back at his mother, she was almost halfway out of the room, much to Button's surprise. This was usually the moment where the two of them laid down and cuddled.

 

"W-Where are you going?" he whimpered, almost feeling slightly betrayed.

 

"To Zecora's," she replied and turned to face him. "By the time I'm back, your flank better be ready for me. This time, it won't be rubber."

 

End.